"I love it when it snows!" Maureen leapt into the air, her scarf twirling behind her like a party streamer. Mimi giggled as she watched Maureen tackle Collins from behind, nearly knocking him forward into the slowly growing snowdrifts scattered across the Park. She clutched Roger's arm tighter, laying her head against his shoulder as the snow swirled down around them.

"Roger, Mimi, smile!" Mark popped up in front of the couple, his camera in its normal place in front of his face. Roger rolled his eyes and swatted Mark's shoulder.

"Man, it's snowing, we're going to dinner, and my butt is freezing off. Get the camera out of my face and put it away, for god's sake!"

"Yeah, Marky, live a little!" chirped Angel, poking him from behind. Mark jumped and nearly dropped his camera. He scowled at Angel for a moment, but then looked back at the black box with a strange look on his face. Opening his old brown bag, he slid the camera inside, snapping the clasp shut on the flap of the bag.

"Go, Mark!" Mimi cheered, grinning at him. Angel pulled Mark away before he could insist that it was just because of the snow or something. Mimi kissed Roger's cheek and shivered happily as a snowflake landed on her nose.

"Baby, don't do that…" Joanne moaned as Maureen kicked the swiftly growing piles of snow into the air, showering them all with even more cold wetness. Joanne grabbed Maureen's waist from behind and restrained her from kicking another one. Maureen rolled her eyes, but squeezed Joanne's arm. It was cute. Very cute.

"Cold?" Collins asked Angel, slipping one hand around her waist. Angel, who probably had the warmest coat of all of them (that Santa coat was magic), pretended to shiver and pressed against Collins, snuggling into the folds of his leather coat.

"A little." Collins laughed and kissed her. Maureen made an "aaaww" noise, and Mimi giggled. She loved it when they were all together like this, just being, living, laughing…

POW! Something slammed into Roger's head with such force that it knocked him forward. The blonde rocker pitched headfirst into a snowdrift, nearly pulling Mimi down with him. Mimi shrieked and knelt, trying to help Roger out. Unfortunately, all she managed to do was slip snow down his collar.

"What the fuck was that!" spluttered Roger, surfacing. They heard laughter and turned to see Mark, Collins, and Angel almost doubled over with hysterics, Maureen giggling and jumping in the air, and Joanne, wearing the most satisfied smirk you could imagine, brushing the remnants of the snowball off her gloves.

"Oh, good shot, Pookie!" Maureen squealed, wrapping her arms around Joanne's shoulders. Collins and Angel couldn't speak, they were laughing so hard. Mark, gasping, leaned against a tree. He managed to say a single sentence.

"I can't believe I didn't get that on film!" And then Roger beaned him with a handful of snow.

And that was it. Maureen threw one at Roger, but her atrocious aim made her hit Mimi instead. Mimi shrieked and retaliated; only since she had snow in her eyes, it was Collins who got snow in the face. Angel "avenged" him, and then all was snow and laughter and bodies and glowing coldness.

When the snowballs finally stopped sailing through the air, the bohemians were in quite different positions. Collins and Angel were huddled behind a bench, using it for cover. About six feet away, Maureen was sheltering the bare branches of a small tree. Roger was crouched behind a giant snowdrift, and Mimi knelt in the cover of a three foot high ledge of stone. Joanne was in the open, panting.

"Truce!" Mark called from his perch atop the Hans Christian Anderson statue. Slowly Joanne turned to face him.

"Truce!" she called back. Mimi stood and leapt over the stone wall, making her way through the now huge piles of snow.

"I'm only giving in because I'm pretty sure I can't feel about a third of my body now," warned Mimi, shivering. At this, Roger edged out from behind his snow drift and walked towards Mimi.

"And I'm only here as a source of body heat," he declared, wrapping his arms around Mimi from behind. Joanne rolled her eyes and motioned for Mark to come down. He did so, nearly slipping and killing himself on the slick metal. Stumbling through the snow, he joined the three others.

"Collins! Angel! Do you agree to peace?" called Mimi, squinting at the bench they were behind. After a few seconds, Collins's head peeked over the top.

"Yes, but on two conditions! One, Roger buys me a huge glass of something with enough alcohol to kill me when we get to the Life." Roger rolled his eyes, but grinned and nodded.

"And two," Collins continued, "Mimi gets…wait, what was that again?" He ducked down, and they heard Angel speaking quickly. Then he reappeared.

"Two, Mimi gets Angel that skirt she's been dying for."

"Deal!" Mimi yelled. Collins stood then and, followed by Angel, walked over to the group. He was grinning, as was Angel. And then, they turned their attention to the ultimate challenge. Convince Maureen to come down from the tree.

"Honey? Come down now," Joanne said loudly, walking over to the tree and looking up at Maureen, who was seated on two large branches. Maureen, her eyes wide, drew her limbs up.

"How do I know this isn't a planned ambush? There could be soldiers everywhere!"

"Honey, there are no soldiers. This was a snowball fight. Please come down, I'm freezing!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

"Maureen, just fucking get down before I pull a George Washington and cut that tree down!" (That one was Roger).

"Ok, ok…" Maureen reluctantly swung down and landed lightly beside Joanne.

"C'mon, Pookie, I'm starving." Joanne shrugged and smiled. That had been easier than expected. The two made their way to the others, and the seven friends walked off into the snow.